Today we had our piano recital. I had jet lag so I wasn’t so nervous. I was imagining the park in Ohio, which relates to Rosamunde in my mind, as I played. I could stay focused on the music by imagining the place.

I still have to finish my writing on Nietzsche. Nietzsche might be saying the right thing, but the problem with his writings is too many interpretations are possible, and what he really meant becomes ambiguous. Maybe he was trying to prove only interpretations are possible instead of truth.

Even though I often find myself wanting to understand new things, I realise that doing the same thing repetitively makes one better at doing it, especially playing the piano. “Practice makes perfect.” is also true for almost everything else I do.